Living by yourself isn’t a good idea for those of us who are prone to loneliness.
Is it really that fucking hard?
I fall in love with everyone I meet.
I worry about you. Especially in the summer because I know how you get when you have too much downtime, how you get when it’s too hot outside.
Sometimes I think about calling you or showing up at your door. Some days I wonder what you’re doing or what you’re thinking about.
I think about you all the time but it’s difficult to pinpoint exact memories. It’s difficult for me to think about you, period.